poetry: results 433–456 of 735

I never saw a wild thing

sorry for itself.

  On that day

I shall put roses on roses, and cover your grave

With multitude of white roses…

And all hours long, the town

  Roars like a beast in a cave…

Stayed two nights in Yuma

with Paul and Marie. A good rest.

500 miles today.

We're heading south

toward the border, but snow

keeps following us.

In summer, I remember where I'm from and why

my knees smell like yellow onions—

why you, Erin, are standing in my living room

straddling your brother's outgrown Huffy—

you want me back in the cul-de-sac badlands.

   the caw sharp

as an eclipse, cuts

        deft arcs, opens up…

It would be much simpler

to sleep with a composition of wheat.

Near dreaming horses.

…everything abstract that made you intransitive

lovely Frankenstein.

A creature without distance…

I pried myself

from chaos here.

We are things like trees or dogs.

I ruined us. I thought

me a bottle gentian, you a bumblebee.

Instead we competed.

Goodbye mutualism, I said, goodbye symbiosis.

All I think is watch the I

and the I takes over. I'm so sick

of branches equal limbs

equal my legs and arms…

The little mouse has claimed the kitchen, spread out like a rind,

and under the cedar beam is you: a tent, sturdy as that—with people through the slit

that mimics a shy face in profile

determined not to full-on.

                                    it's the soap again

slipping out the window

                        pigeon-holed an antonym

            of clean; what do you

                                    cling to…

For my calling I crawl,

vermin-like, through a glade with a battalion of burnt

tanks, their guns every which-way, matchsticks.

You may already have won $10,000!

That's not what you'd hoped

to sift from passing traffic, no…

The first was a fish skeleton.

But you don't want

the top of your head

to dart and shift

without cease.

If I brush your cheek

with this finger

you'll still not know

the real poems I

had stashed for you

in that box.

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd…

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds…

Come live with me and be my Love…

Heat forces everything

nearer, a gloved hand squeezing.

On one shoulder the mourners

carry their dead…

Pitch: The shy guys explode

Duration: Calculate important events to celebrate

Intensity: Dishes are broken. Loose bricks fall from buildings

Timbre: Source translation with peephole

gravitino: Did I know her?

white dwarfs: boxes under the stairs

dragons: monopoles, domain walls, …banished

axion: I hear footsteps behind me